By Anon.
Date: 20 April 1997
Can I play your guitar?
You know, the best stuff happens in moments that nobody ever writes
about. It's not at the church where you show commitment and it's often not in
bed where you love the most.
I play guitar and I take it with me almost everywhere I go, so it's
definately in the back seat of my car when I go on a date. Hey, you never
know when a request for "Tangerine" may surface.
So we were driving one evening, back to Waterloo Ontario. It was so
nice and warm and I had the sunroof open so I could feel that I had experienced
at least a little of the temporarily great weather. We were quiet for a long
time.
She looked over at me for just a split second, a curious grin on her
gorgeous face and her eyes mischeviously lowered, right before she said,
"Can I play your guitar?"
"Uh, sure, go ahead" I said.
I knew full well that she had never played guitar before in her life.
So she reached back between the front seats and pulled the guitar out onto her lap.
She curled her tiny fingers around the neck and strummed it awkwardly with her
other hand. I looked over at her, and my heart just melted right then.
She looked so cute and small with the guitar in her lap. It was way to
big for her and I just loved the way she looked holding it. She couldn't play
to save her life, but she just kind of looked up at me with this big smile on her
face and kept making soft, horrible noises on the guitar.
I don't believe I've ever felt so much for any other girl at any other
moment than I did then. She was so willing to get closer to me that she
wanted to be completly in touch with the thing I loved most. I just felt like
she found a way to skip past all the physical stuff and stroke my soul directly.
Every little movement of her hands over the strings just pulled myself closer
to her.
I've had some girlfriends since then. Most of them were better
relationships than the one I had with her. But no girl had ever done that since.
I wish someone would. That's the best I've ever felt about any girl.
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